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 Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 4:19 pm
"Oh yeth, you'd just look thmathing, thweety, thimply thmathing." Natasha rolled her eyes, but grinned in spite of herself as she returned the same mocking tone.
Taking the bag, she placed it on the ground, popping the clasps open and dragging out the math and science books that were hiding inside. She shoved them haphazardly into the locker itself, and shut the door. Turning to look at the aqua haired boy she frowned a bit.
"Uh, yeah. What exactly were you doing to get, you know, stuck in a locker?" her eyes stared at the boy, trying to pick this idea apart in her mind. He didn't look like the type that bullies would shove into a locker. And, really, it'd be pretty damn hard to crawl into one on your own, have the door slam, and lock on you afterwards.
Maybe she was wrong though?
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 3:22 am
Carter grinned. It was the sort of grin that wasn't unsettling, nor the usual slight-grin that adorns the faces of many when they are unsure of themselves, or were a genuinely happy person to the extent that their faces were stuck in a permanent grin. Nor was it as wide as a Cheshire grin – it was simply a grin that spoke of a mischief, yet with enough falter to it that admitted Yeah It Was Stupid But It Was Fun At The Time.
“Seeee, where I come from, there's these cliques alright?” What highschool didn't have them? “Except it's more then that. You have your preps, jocks, skaters, goths, hip hops, cheerleaders, nerds, punks... you get the idea. At my old school, there were three different skater groups – the ones that also were punks, and the second group were the ones that were also goths. The last group? Mix-mash of everybody 'cause we didn't care. Thing is, the goths would all angst about how 'little miss sunshine the cheerleader' was ruining their mood and clearing up their miasma. Whatever that meant, but.”
He tapped the locker next to him. “Sooo they were annoying to the point where we wanted to just get them to stop, y'know? One of my groupies used to be a goth before ditchin' the black nailpolish, and agreed to goth up for a bit. They managed to get someone's locker, we took everything out, and then we drew straws to see who got to hide out in the locker and surprise them. I didn't, but I managed to beat them to the locker and squeezed in before them.”
The boy shifted his weight and beamed. “Man! Aside from my legs cramping up, it was going to be awesome! They didn't get surprised since they stayed after for drama class, but hey – at least that one had something different to angst over, y'get?”
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